She woke up saying out loud, " Я сошла с ума!

She went to bed late, and woke up late.

She originally had not intended to join Yaiba's journey, and simply found herself tied to Kagetora with Yaiba going towards the Thunder God's sword when she woke up.

She woke up on the shores of the Great Hunting Ground next to a small scavenger town ,.

She woke up without any recollection of who she was, or who Remy was, and he left her again.

She went to bed as usual on the night of April 30, but never woke the next morning.

She said she went to bed, but at 5: 00 that morning, she woke up to find Nichols in the door of her bedroom pointing a gun at her and instructing her to disarm the alarm.

She woke up and when asked if she knew where she was, replied, " obviously in the hospital.

She woke up again and upon learning that it is still Vasilkov, she remarked: " A large town, indeed ".

She rubbed her eyes and stretched, then sat up, her hands going to her hair.

She had picked up the quirt and was twirling it around her wrist and smiling at him.

She brought up her free hand to hit him, but this time he was quicker.

She finally regained her balance and got up in the saddle.

She seemed to have come such a long distance -- too far for her destination which had wilfully been swallowed up in the greedy gloom of the trees.

She had to get away from here before this demoniac possession swallowed up the liquid of her eyes and sank into the fibers of her brain, depriving her of reason and sight.

She stood up, pulled the coat from her shoulders and started to slide it off, then let out a high-pitched scream and I let out a low-pitched, wobbling sound like a muffler blowing out.

She had driven up with her husband in a convertible with Eastern license plates, although the two drivers knew nothing at the moment about that.

She pulled her legs up under her, to rise, her full peasant skirt drawing up her thighs, and Feathertop's music pfffted away.

She would often go up on the roof to see the attendant take down the flag in the evening.

She looked up and saw that, without knowing it, Mrs. Coolidge was holding it aloft.

She had been picked up by the Russians, questioned in connection with some pamphlets, sentenced to life imprisonment for espionage.

She escaped, crawled through the usual mine fields, under barbed wire, was shot at, swam a river, and we finally picked her up in Linz.

She gave me the names of some people who would surely help pay for the flowers and might even march up to the monument with me.

She smoothed the covers on Scotty's bed and picked things up from the floor.

`` She didn't really say '' -- She glanced away at the floor, then swooped gracefully and picked up one of Scotty's slippers.

She lost not a second, picking herself up and continuing her pilgrimage to Laura.

She was taken up in worry for the reckless old man.

She sprang up and went swiftly to the bedroom.

She swung her eyes up to the blue of the window, her jaws gently mashing the bitter beans.

She enjoyed great parties when she would sit up talking and dancing and drinking all night, but it always seemed to her that being alone, especially alone in her house, was the realest part of life.

She stood up, smoothing her hair down, straightening her clothes, feeling a thankfulness for the enveloping darkness outside, and, above everything else, for the absence of the need to answer, to respond, to be aware even of Stowey coming in or going out, and yet, now that she was beginning to cook, she glimpsed a future without him, a future alone like this, and the pain made her head writhe, and in a moment she found it hard to wait for Lucretia to come with her guests.

She had felt that her arm wanted to go up in the first trial, but had consciously prevented it from so doing.

She had touched her face, truly a noble and pure face, only with a lip salve which made her lips glisten but no redder than usual.

She said, with the solicitude of a middle-aged woman for her only child.

She has shared her husband's greatness, but only within the confines of their home ; ;

She is not only a trained mathematician and Classicist, but a good architect.

She was the only kind of Negro Laura Andrus would want around: independent, unservile, probably charging double what ordinary maids did for housework -- and doubly efficient.

She was a living doll and no mistake -- the blue-black bang, the wide cheekbones, olive-flushed, that betrayed the Cherokee strain in her Midwestern lineage, and the mouth whose only fault, in the novelist's carping phrase, was that the lower lip was a trifle too voluptuous.

She had quarreled with Lucien, she had resisted his demands for money -- and if she died, by the provisions of her marriage contract, Lucien would inherit legally not only the immediate sum of gold under the floorboards in the office, but later, when the war was over, her father's entire estate.

She paused at the kitchen door, caught her breath, told herself firmly that the opium was only an attempt to frighten her and went into the kitchen, where Glendora was eyeing the chickens dismally and Maude was cleaning lamp chimneys.

She found this a marvel because, as she said, only six per cent of English people are churchgoers.

She was only ten months older than he.

She didn't want to be the only one with a stove in her room, especially as her life span was nearly run out anyway, and she insisted that Hope have the heater.

She had come to make her peace with the past, and of that past this ancient of the earth was only a kind of shadow.

She glanced at the man nodding beside her, a man with weather cracks furrowed into his lean cheeks, with powdery pale eyes reflecting all the droughts he had seen, reflecting the sky and the drought which must follow now in August -- yes, with eyes predicting the drought and here it was only June, only festival time again and thoughts of Gratt Shafer would not leave her.

She felt, and said, that sympathy only made people feel sorry for themselves ; ;

She convinced him that he ought to be a member of some of the small tea-drinking parties she held at her rooms and in the end he complied with her wishes, although it was only rarely that he added anything to the random conversations.

She is also the only one in Poirot's universe to have noted that " It ’ s not natural for five or six people to be on the spot when B is murdered and all have a motive for killing B.

She is one of a few characters who played a major part in the original cause of the Trojan War itself: not only did she offer Helen of Troy to Paris, but the abduction was accomplished when Paris, seeing Helen for the first time, was inflamed with desire to have her — which is Aphrodite's realm.

She has only the ability to create a soulless body, and thus she is “ persuaded to undertake the journey to heaven to ask for a soul ,” and “ the Seven Liberal Arts produce a chariot for her ... the Five Senses are the horses ”.

She also was a stepmother to Claudia Antonia, Claudius ' daughter and only child from his second marriage to Aelia Paetina, and to the young Claudia Octavia and Britannicus, Claudius ' children with Valeria Messalina.

She was only the third Roman woman ( Livia Drusilla and Antonia Minor received this title ) and only the second living Roman woman ( the first being Antonia ) to receive this title.

She proposes that Kant's first two premises only entail that we must try to achieve the perfect good, not that it is actually attainable.

She stayed for two years, winning a good-conduct medal in December 1836, and returning home only during Christmas and summer holidays.

She was the only character created at the request of MTV, who wanted a female character who could tolerate and handle the duo.